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Ye Qing frowned and carefully identified the anger of the eight door masters, but did not see anything, only vaguely felt that the strength of this person was indeed inferior to him.

This is the first person he can't figure out the exact strength of. He can only feel that black gas leaks out from under his cloak. If nothing else, the eight-door sect master has also absorbed a lot of souls and forcibly upgraded. his own strength.

A person's body can only bear one soul. If you don't have a strong body, you will be eager to do such a stupid thing. Sooner or later, you will ask for trouble and be swallowed up by a soul that does not belong to yourself. felt this trend.

Huofeng saw that the owner of the Eight Doors described it as strange, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and shouted at him: If you have any moves, just use them, don't play tricks there!

Jie Jie Jie, pretending to be a ghost? The owner of the eight doors continued to laugh, and then took off the cloak on his head.

Seeing his face, Xuan Yao'er screamed first, and even Ye Qing, who was always calm, was startled in her heart.

I saw that the face of the person on the opposite side was like a piece of white paper, with no ups and downs of any facial features, just two holes were dug at the eyes, and two dark pupils were pressed inside, and the mouth had no lips, only the left The two rows of teeth with white swaying teeth look extremely strange.

The whole face that was exposed was abnormally blue, and the owner of the Eight Doors saw the reaction of the people on the opposite side and smiled with satisfaction: Yes, it seems that I have practiced the exercises to the extreme.

After he finished speaking, he tore off the cloak all over his body, Xuan Yao'er didn't dare to look at it after a glance, and hid in Xuan Hua's arms in fear.

The body of the owner of these eight doors is really too weird. He used to have his hands, but now there are only two balls left. Standing on the ground, with this face, it doesn't look like a human at all.

Black mist was oozing out from the pores of his skin, Ye Qing could feel that there were still many ghosts attached to him, shouting hoarsely, but he was sealed by some forbidden technique, and he could only feel the pain.

Ye Qing recognized it. This method is the secret method of Panluo, which belongs to one of the ancient forbidden techniques. The practice requires devouring the souls of ninety-eighty-one practitioners, and then soaking in the potion refined by the soul for a whole month. , allowing the pores to absorb all the soul into, all-pervasive, which can greatly improve the cultivation of the cultivator.

But the effect of backlash is also very obvious. If the cultivator's body is not strong enough, it will be corroded by the resentment of the souls, becoming neither human nor ghost, and the soul will not absorb all, and become haunted by grievances.

It seems that the eight door owners have been affected by the backlash, which is why they became like this, and they hurried out without soaking for a full month.

He must have heard the news that the Eight Doors were destroyed, and he couldn't hold back.

Looking at this ugly thing on the opposite side, Ye Qing only felt disgusted. There is no shortcut to practice, and it is a shortcut that can be cut by thousands of swords.

He unceremoniously ridiculed the owner of the Eight Sects: Without this strength, would he dare to use the ancient forbidden technique? Is it easy to suffer the pain of being backlashed?

There is no solution to the backlash, and it will only deepen, until the cultivator's own soul is dragged into the eighteen layers of hell by grievances and suffers forever.

Of course it's nice. The face of the owner of the eight doors was constantly melting, and then he automatically put together a disgusting appearance: I can make the recently flourishing Emperor Ye Xiandi die in my hands, no matter what the pain is.

Huo Qilin sneered: If you die in your hands, you are too high...

Before he could finish speaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and a sharp knife made of black mist appeared on his chest, directly piercing his chest.

Fortunately, Ye Qing reacted and let the black fog knife leave a few inches from his heart, otherwise the fire unicorn would be burned to death by the black fog on the spot.

Ye Qing looked at the eight door masters with a hint of vigilance. 000 was able to unleash such an obvious killer move right under his nose, and he almost didn't notice it. This man's strength should not be underestimated.

The owner of the Eight Doors also clearly understood that it was Ye Qing who saved Huo Qilin's life. The corners of his mouth were crooked, revealing his bloody gums: Good luck this time, not sure next time!

The fire unicorn wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely: It's just that I underestimated the enemy. If you use the same trick again, see if I can escape!

I don't even bother to fight with a hairy boy like you! The owner of the eight doors twisted his unusually soft neck, waved his hand, and threw the fire unicorn to the side.

This time, both Huofeng and Xuanhua present were a little surprised. After all, Huo Qilin was at the level of the Immortal King, but he was beaten so hard to fight back. What was the level of the Eight Sect Master in front of him?

In fact, the owner of these eight doors was originally an ordinary immortal emperor, but since he learned of the existence of the Panluo Forbidden Technique from the ancient building, he has been asking the owner of the ancient building to try it.